. . . is watching.
This morning when I called my boss after opening the store as usual, she asked (more like, politely accused) me if I came in early yesterday. I told her that I got there early every day. Since she wasn't there, this can only mean one thing: she was spying on me on the security tapes. I don't like this. It makes me uneasy. I have some privacy issues. The biggest beef I used to have with my family was if they came into my space unannounced or went through my stuff (this usually happened when they were trying to do something nice like clean my room or that one time my mom thought I was a hardcore drug addict...don't ask). So now I have such a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was liking this job so much and now this! I know I overreacting a little but I can't shake the nasty vibe here, now that I know that everything I did today may be rewound and reviewed.
posted by Adultivity @ 12:21 PM
3 Comments:
I like your creepy surveillance photo.
Great picture. I feel the exact same way about my privacy. I worked at a cafe once where the owner did the exact same thing. Creeeeepy.
- Mich
And now ROVER.......the eyes, the eyes are watching me.
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